March 2022

Brightness fated to be brief: already, gray-bottomed cumulus clouds are sailing in like galleons, dividing the blue between them.

Ten-thirty and the promised rain finally begins to whisper in the dry leaves—a mountain’s worth of hush drowning out all distant engines.

Sun climbing through the trees into a cloudless sky. A second male phoebe has joined the first, which means three times more phoebeing.